As soon as we step out of the restaurant, Yuyu grabs both our wrists like some hyperactive kidnapper. "TO THE MALL—NOW!" she declares, marching ahead with wild purpose.
I stumble after her. "Why???"
"Outfit selection!" she shouts over her shoulder. "I have only four hours left before my date—FOUR, Yunhua! That's basically ZERO!"
Oh lord.
This day has been non-stop chaos since dawn. Jiang's flirting. Yuyu's meltdown. My jealousy arc. The rooftop love-confession prep. And now outfit shopping on a timer.
I glance at Jiang, who looks… excited? Why is he excited?!
Yuyu drags us straight into the mall like a woman possessed, weaving through crowds with war-general precision.
"Yunhua," she gasps dramatically, "I need the perfect dress. The one that says: 'I'm elegant, but also kissable.'"
"I need… coffee," I mumble, dead inside.
She ignores me completely.
